LifeWhat the fuck is life for niggaz like us?Been waking up to another muthafuckin' dayI'm the type of soldierA nigga that seen everything in my muthafuckin' eyes

I seen my parents get killed to my muthafuckin' eyesI seen my brother kill his-self in my eyesI seen Pac, Yak die in the struggle in my eyesSo, I know anybody can be touched, you know what I mean?

Oh God, forgive me, somebody please say a prayer for meNeeded my parents but they was never there for meBelieve in everything they feed me, I'm seeing demonsI wake up screaming, "Who believe me or was I dreaming?"

Five fingers on the .45 chromeDead aim at my brain, infrared with no lights onI ain't afraid to die, I want to see what's after thisI'm living blind, writing rhymes 'til they capture this

And if we die, let the world understand whySoldier my eyes hate to see a young thug cryThey seeing us inside a casket, that's how they see usOh God, forgive us ghetto bastards, we human beings

They leaving us inside this hell-holeJust waiting to fail, so then they tell us that's what jail forAdolescence young teens turned violentIt's floating, in a world turned silent 'cause you could be touched

Young niggaz in the wild lifeCriminal mind of a juvenile still live a child lifeThinking he can make his pay, too in a rushNiggaz better slow down 'cause you can be touched

Young niggaz in the wild lifeCriminal mind of a juvenile still live a child lifeThinking he can make his pay, too in a rushNiggaz better slow down 'cause you can be touched

I live life high speed, moving a million miles per hourTowards my destiny, making decisions carelesslyYeah, it's me, yo nigga man childBomb first stand proud, ain't looking for hand-outs

Twenty-five years up in this bitchAnd I'll be damned if I ain't leaving rich and leave my kids a gripI let my blood drip off in this thug shit, you can be touched itI catch you slippin' while I'm on a money mission

Like right now, 30 dollars to my John HancockTry to get mo' so my shit don't flockI lick off shots for everything they owe meAnd when it's my time to go, I pray the Lord, "Hold me"

I was born in the city that never sleepsSchooled by the realest of the real niggaz that ever breathedAnd I was big when I was youngAnd now I see that I was dumb

My nigga Lonnie just got hit with 1010 years for trusting a friend, they left him stuck in the penI love him, we all here just to die here, plusNobody cares what got here

Touched by a angel and kissed by the LordPraise the thug ways and I'll never be boredTouched by a angel and kissed by the LordY'all praise the thug ways, so, forever it's on, baby

My young niggaz in the wild lifeCriminal mind of a juvenile still live a child lifeThinking he can make his pay, too in a rushNiggaz better slow down 'cause you can be touched

Young niggaz in the wild lifeCriminal mind of a juvenile still live a child lifeThinking he can make his pay, too in a rushNiggaz better slow down 'cause you can be touched

Why grieve this life planted by the fiends and pipes?Green lights, so, I'm seeing, seeing ev'ything twicePretty much of nothing nice, we sucking it upEven when we get a job, we fucking it up

Like it can't happen to us, I could never be a bumYeah right, you wound up oneGod forbid I'm touched, y'all keep living it upLook and learn, next it could be your turn, word

Yes, this a felonies' hobby that got me here thinking robberyDay to day all year long Teflon protects my bodyIt's such U N important in this criminal cartelI'm caught and supporting meSo, in these streets of hockey I play the goalie

Secrets to war licks, and score shitShare between clients and homies remember what Patcino told me'Fore he past, watch them clowns with them crocodile smiles'Cause they phony, I get that cash, stay lonely

And I'm point like a thongAnd it's survive for the strongLiving outside the laws of this crooked worldI was born touched

My young niggaz in the wild lifeCriminal mind of a juvenile still live a child lifeThinking he can make his pay, too in a rushNiggaz better slow down 'cause you can be touched

Young niggaz in the wild lifeCriminal mind of a juvenile still live a child lifeThinking he can make his pay, too in a rushNiggaz better slow down 'cause you can be touched